In the Meantime

Dreams ahead, the old behind,
and in the Meantime of life I sit.

And it’s in the meantime waiting that quietness settles
and I wonder what all this waiting is about anyway, and
if these dreams will materialize or if they won’t.
Which is more terrifying, I can’t decide.

In the meantime I sit like a good girl on a Ferris Wheel,
sometimes the lucky one and it stops at top and that’s where I smile, laugh,
but sometimes at the bottom which I really don’t like at all.

No matter where I’m stopped, I wonder if all his dreams will come true, too,
and I think I’d do just about anything to make them all happen, to see
him stand on his land and look for miles at the harvest ahead.

But I can’t, because it’s the meantime and the instruction is to wait.

So I do, and perhaps you’re there with me, and we
could take hands and ride round and round, up and down,
until it’s time to leave Meantime.


11 thoughts on “In the Meantime

  1. My goodness, your words echo so perfectly through my life. I feel like I’ve been in The Meantime for years and years. But I have a feeling that it’s about time for me to leave Meantime. I hope to do it with grace and patience one small step at a time.

  2. Hello, lovely country wife! Sending hugs your way as you wait. Your beautiful poem reminded me of a book I just finished: Robert Morgan’s “Gap Creek” — a very beautiful book about a marriage.

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